Page 109 of Even Vampires Bleed
What?
I bring my left hand to my nose and breathe deep.
I smell like her.
Fuck.
I can’t get any harder and feel precum drip from my cock.
Because it can mean only one thing. My hand was on her skin at one point during the night.
I lookaround myself.
The pillow that was used as a barrier between the two of us yesterday is on the ground on Cassiopé’s side of the bed.
I don’t know who threw it away during the night, but I don’t really care.
I smell my hand again.
It definitely smells like her. It’s not the only part of my body that does, though. I can smell her on most of me, but this is where I can smell her the most easily.
She left me alone in the bed.
I should get up.
The thought crosses my mind, but I’m not moving from the bed.
The hand that smells like her moves along my torso, and I find myself cupping my cock.
Does that make me a freak? A pervert?
Because all I want to do is rub myself with something that smells like her when she obviously left the room as soon as she could.
She slept next to me, that I know for certain, but it looks like she couldn’t wait to be away from me.
And yet all I do is reach for my cock inside of my briefs and wrap my hand around my hard on.
It should feel wrong but weirdly, it feels right, stroking myself wrapped in her smell.
It would be better if it was her hand instead of mine. Hell, it would be better if it was her mouth or her cunt, but I feel desperate for anything belonging to her, and I’ll take what I can get.
I grip myself and twist my wrist in an up and down movement. I’m not soft with myself, but I don’t want to add saliva or anything else to my hand. This needs to be only with her smell.
My mind needs this to be only with her.
My breath grows choppy. I groan, and I can feel the telltale tingling that tells me I’m getting close.
I close my eyes, and I imagine her beautiful green eyes and her dark pink pouty lips smiling at me as I wrap her long black hair around my fist.
I imagine her looking at me from between my legs, and I keep pumping my cock faster in my fist.
“Firefly.” I groan her name as I bite my other fist and ropes and ropes of my cum hit the bottom of my shirt.
I know these walls are thick, but I’m not about to shout her name if she’s in the other room.
When I’m done, I’m slightly shaking, and I look like a mess.
My shirt looks like some weirdo tried to paint it, and I feel lightheaded.
